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Psalm 40:4 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

1 Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me : thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Blessed is that man that maketh the LORD his trust, And respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man who makes the Lord his refuge and trust, and turns not to the proud or to followers of false gods.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Blessed is the man that maketh Jehovah his trust, And respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

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Common English Bible

Those who put their trust in the LORD, who pay no attention to the proud or to those who follow lies, are truly happy!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

May the Lord bring him help on his bed of sorrow. In his infirmity, you have changed his entire covering.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The Lord help him on his bed of sorrow: thou hast turned all his couch in his sickness.

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Psalm 40:4
16 Cross References  

8 My soul hath slumbered through heaviness: strengthen thou me in thy words.


Unless the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it. Unless the Lord keep the city, he watcheth in vain that keepeth it.


The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.


For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.


0 The Lord bringeth to naught the counsels of nations; and he rejecteth the devices of people, and casteth away the counsels of princes.


5 The eyes of the Lord are upon the just: and his ears unto their prayers.


3 Let them be confounded and come to nothing that detract my soul; let them be covered with confusion and shame that seek my hurt.


And the word came to the king of Ninive; and he rose up out of his throne, and cast away his robe from him, and was clothed with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.